Feelings

Feelings nursed by the child like plow the bitter sower to shower every word to be chard Since there's nothing I could find That was worth giving you, I sat down to think a while And write a line or two If I had a magic wand I'd wave it just for you, And give you anything you'd like No matter how many or few If I could give you back the years You so willingly gave to me I'm sure that you spend them over again The same as they used to be Remember when those days and nights Instead of going to the fair I'd always say tell me again The story of the three little bears I tried to get a strawberry pie But they were out of season Then I thought of gold or pearls But knew there was no reason Although you are so often quiet There's one thing we can say, You will always be our momma of pearls forever and a day... So here's your gift; my sweet momma My heart; my soul; my love, My gift to you this Christmas day Came strictly from above